March 1st, 2012

Clint Irwin: Mad World: The Wildfield

clintirwin:

And the golden hands were grasping from the golden field, pulling her down to sit among them. They were she and they were he, and their eyes were leaves. Their bodies were stems and their heads and hands were shapes made of tiny blossoms. Their voices were crickets and cicadas and frogs,…

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